Translations:Codex: Captured.../127/en

Eventually, Vorothrax tires of his toy. So degraded and mind-broken, you hardly notice when it’s the imps breeding you instead of him. The helhounds love you being tied up in their stable, ravaging your needy cunt almost nonstop. You have no idea how or even which one ends up impregnating you, but neither you or the demonic horses care - as far as you’re concerned, it’s an endless carousel of cock. Your body begins to change over time, your pussy retaining its tightness despite being wrapped around monster cock all day, but your breasts slowly growing larger to keep up with the ever-increasing demands of your young, until one day you awaken somewhere completely different.